This is a song about "Deavyon"

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Dial up words but they're not in service

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/